In Flanders Fields In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We a… more →
Demoerin se Wêrelddemoerin wrote 1 month ago: In Flanders Fields In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark ou … more →